Iterations: Attempting to Perfect a Work
February 21, 2017
“One ought never to forget that by actually perfecting one piece, one learns more than beginning or half finishing ten. Let it rest, let it rest and keep going back to it and working at it over and over again until there is not a note too much or too little, not a bar you could improve upon. Whether it is beautiful is and entirely different matter, but perfect it must be.”
— Johannes Brahms
I’ve been trying to paint pussy willows, and after several iterations, I still haven’t managed to capture them perfectly. Not all of my attempts are pleasing. With watercolors, I find that working it over generally muddies things, and it is better to slow down and make a new beginning. I’m still not satisfied with my results, so I need to try again (and again).
Wordless Wednesdays: 12 Views of Spring Blossoms and Buds
March 11, 2015
April Means “To Open”
April 1, 2013
“The word APRIL comes from the Latin root, aperi’re, “to open. ” . . . Buds and birds burst forth from nature’s womb, the fallow earth steadily fills, and eventually we emerge from our sleepy state in March and break out of the house.”
— Amanda Hesser, from The Cook and the Gardener
After a few days of partly sunny weather, nature has awakened in Seattle. So many things are bursting into blossom and bud. You can’t beat Seattle in April. Here are some photos from a walk around my neighborhood:
What’s Blooming at the Seattle Wholesale Growers Market
April 12, 2012
The Seattle Wholesale Growers Market will soon be celebrating its one-year anniversary, and I stopped by the warehouse to photograph some of its current offerings of fresh, seasonal blooms. The market is a producer’s cooperative that supports Washington, Oregon and Alaska flower farmers and provides a place for them to sell directly to Seattle area florists, event planners, stylists, and other buyers of flowers.
Several of the Seattle Wholesale growers, including Diane Szukovathy of Jello Mold Farm, have recently been featured in a new book, The 50 Mile Bouquet by Debra Prinzing. This book captures an exciting time in the floral industry, when more and more buyers are demanding locally and sustainably grown flowers.
Every visit to the Seattle Wholesale Growers Market is a feast for my eyes, and this one was as rewarding as ever. Here are a few photos:
Treewatching Update: Mid-March
March 20, 2012
The pussy willow buds are now sprouting tiny yellow pollen-like fluff.
And the maple buds are becoming plumper and redder. The trees look like they are blushing red. I expect the buds to pop into leaves very soon.
I’m seeing no change to the horse chestnut buds. (The trees have not yet been removed.)
Tree Watching in Seattle: Thwarted!
February 24, 2012
My “adopted” horse chestnut trees are slated for removal! The property owner wants to get rid of them because they are too close to the power lines and apparently planted too closely together. I am sad that I won’t get to watch these trees come into leaf.
The buds on the horse chestnut trees are still not showing much action, although I did notice that they are very sticky to the touch.
Meanwhile, the buds on “my” maple trees are starting to fatten just a tiny bit.
And the willow tree is still bursting with pussy willows.
Tree Watching in Seattle: It’s Pussy Willow Time
February 12, 2012
Something is happening here with my “adopted” willow tree. Suddenly its branches hold a profusion of pussy willows. Each little fur-bud holds a rainbow of colors, not just gray. Beautiful!
Pussy Willows!
February 8, 2012
Twigs and branches can add interest and texture to seasonal bouquets. And these pussy willow branches are perfect for winter flower arrangements. These were growing along the border of Jello Mold Farm. The pussy willows were among our favorite finds in the flower fields, perhaps because they hold the promise of spring.
Reprising Pussy Willows
March 21, 2011
I hope you will forgive me if I repeat myself, but I am loving these pussy willows and wanted to make another attempt at sketching them.
“When Claude Monet painted his three-hundredth canvas of a water lily, was he merely repeating himself?”
— Nicholas Delbanco, Lastingness: The Art of Old Age